Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 899: The hidden cause and effect of the Sword Emperor

Chapter 899 The hidden cause and effect of the Sword Emperor

On the top of the snow-capped mountains, there is an unknown tomb.

There is no one to sweep the monument, and the monument is covered with snow.

Zhao Changhe and Sisi stood hand in hand in front of the tomb and looked at it silently for a while. They really did not have any bad feelings towards the Sword Emperor in their hearts. After all, his appearance flew by like a meteor without leaving any mark. On the contrary, his swordsmanship was of great help in the early stage, and the layer upon layer of energy gathering methods also laid the foundation for Zhao Changhe's unstoppable momentum in swordsmanship.

Walking in the rivers and lakes can be regarded as learning from hundreds of schools, and they have more or less incense, but the hatred is getting weaker and weaker.

Speaking of which, the Sword Emperor himself has little presence in Zhao Changhe, but his lineage is an old friend of Zhao Changhe's practice. As Tingxuelou, who has been entangled with Zhao Changhe since his debut, although he has not caused any harm to Zhao Changhe, in fact, he ran away many times to avoid them. The trouble is still not small, and his early experience is also closely related to them. .

Nowadays, the bones are buried in the snow peak, which seems to be the name of Tingxue.

The practice of this lineage is very special. From Han Wubing to Shi Wuding to Snow Owl to Sword Emperor, they control and plunder at every level, making them look like Zerg and not like a swordsman at all. From this, it can be deduced that the way of heaven in the world of cultivating immortals should be a demonic cultivation. This kind of cultivation is definitely not decent.

Zhao Changhe knelt down, brushed off the snow on the stele, reached out and carved two lines of words on the unnamed stele: "The tomb of the ancient sword emperor. The fate of Ji Changhe's thoughts."

He said: "Since it is a memorial for you and me, then we will remember it. They will not be unhappy because of this. Now everyone is not so angry."

Sisi looked at the line of words happily, with a smile as bright as a flower: "It's up to you."

Zhao Changhe stood up and held Sisi's hand again. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly said "Huh".

Sisi was also startled. An ancient scene appeared in their minds at the same time, just like what they had seen in the heavenly book. On the vast land, the old man was wielding a sword.

One horizontally and one vertically.

Horizontally, it analyzes the heaven and earth; vertically, it cuts through the universe.

Is this the remnant of the Sword Emperor's final thoughts that appeared after feeling the kindness of the two people?

What I see this time is more intuitive than the original Heavenly Book VR. The Heavenly Book is only simulated and you still need to learn it yourself, but this time it seems to go directly to the sea of ​​​​consciousness, like a hint of power.

I don’t know what Sisi’s realization was, but Zhao Changhe felt that it meant a lot to him.

What were you doing just a few hours ago? When forging the dragon bird, the Void-Breaking Star Iron was used to cut through the void. But those are the attributes of the dragon bird. Zhao Changhe doesn't have this skill, so he and the dragon bird can't complement each other to achieve the best effect.

I want to find a way to break through to the other side, but I feel that Jiuyou is not suitable for me, because what I want in my heart is the way to destruction, not creation... Now this is a pillow delivered to my door...

This horizontal and vertical line may not be a sword, but it can be a knife!

Zhao Changhe was greatly moved, and suddenly reached out to take out the dragon bird, but found nothing. Only then did he remember that Ling Ruoyu was driven away by him to make soy sauce, and Longque was holding her...

Zhao Changhe shook his head and laughed. He suddenly made a knife with his palms and slashed from a distance.

An invisible sword energy suddenly slashed out, crossing tens of thousands of miles, and struck at the end of the world.

"Whoosh!" A mountain peak was cut off in the far distance, but it was still stuck on the mountain, seemingly unchanged.

Slowly, the top of the mountain shattered into powder and dispersed into the void.

Sisi looked at Zhao Changhe in surprise. He didn’t even use a knife for this strike... Is his current strength so terrifying?

Zhao Changhe shook his head slightly and looked down at the edge of his palm: "It can only be regarded as an improvement in skills, which is very helpful for me to find the final sword... I still haven't found the key in the realm... but I feel a little bit better. ..."

Sisi scratched her head, but she scratched Miao Jiang’s iconic beaded crown.

Zhao Changhe laughed, holding her face in his hands and rubbing it: "Why are you acting cute again?"

Sisi hummed and said: "I can no longer understand your practice. Forget it, I don't care. My realm of control is enough. I'm not needed for fighting anyway. I only need to be responsible for being beautiful."

Compared to the time when Yangyang didn’t even know what he was doing in the wind control realm, Sisi was very clear that he was a wind control person. He just practiced step by step, and now he is a normal control realm.

"Of course my maid must be responsible and beautiful." Zhao Changhe held her face and kissed her gently, smiling: "After the secret realm of the Spirit Clan disappears, can those strange beasts still be raised?"

"The water and soil are different, and it can no longer be raised... There are really only ordinary beast species in the world now. In addition, the techniques of controlling spirits that we have practiced before, such as attracting the power of beasts into the body, have been abandoned, but the method of controlling beasts The magic is still being practiced, and it is very useful. In addition, the witchcraft and curses are also being practiced.”

Zhao Changhe nodded: "It should be like this. It is also a different feature from China. It is a pity to abandon it."

Sisi said: "What was the sword intention just now?"

Zhao Changhe looked back at the tombstone, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "The Sword Emperor is not a self-derived demon **** in this world. He is an additional creation of Heaven, and his origin is different from everyone else. But in the final analysis, he is also an independent creature, not He has his own thoughts and practices like Tiandao's clone. Those horizontal and vertical skills are not Tiandao's, but the Sword Emperor's own. At the last moment, he also got a glimpse of the origin."

Sisi turned to look at his profile. For Sisi's level of cultivation, she actually couldn't understand the meaning of what Zhao Changhe said, but it didn't matter, as long as she was by his side and listened to him speak, she felt at peace.

Of course Zhao Changhe was not discussing cultivation with her, he was just thinking through his own thoughts: "If it weren't for the interference of heaven, the Sword Emperor's sword would eventually rebel. The artistic conception of the setting sun is said to be because he knows that the enemy is Ye Wuming? I don't think so. He left the ordinary inheritance in the Suspicion Tomb, but left the last intention outside. In his heart, he hoped to avoid the knowledge of heaven. Fortunately, someone will inherit this intention. Ling. When I saw Hong Ling in Kunlun, his sword test should come from his heart."

Sisi said: "Are you saying that his death thirty years ago was a deliberate attempt to kill himself?"

"There may be... In that battle, people did not feel that his destructive power reached this level, so it is very possible that he held back... If so, the inheritance we are receiving at this moment is the Sword Emperor's reverse A nail buried by Tiandao." Zhao Changhe sighed in a low voice: "Sure enough, he was able to reach the third place in the Demon God, which was higher than Piao Miao. Tiandao always wanted to control these heroes, after all. Backlashed."

Sisi said: "Then if I don't clean up his tomb, it will be gone."

"Is this the fate you deserve for your kindness...even though it seems to be an advantage to me?"

"You are the one who carved the words..." Sisi was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Who among us should be the one with whom?"

Zhao Changhe smiled slightly and saluted the tombstone again.

Sisi also accompanied the ceremony, and the husband sang and the wife followed.

The breeze blew over the tombstone, as if returning a gift.

The cause and effect of the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum has come to an end.

"Let's go." Zhao Changhe took Sisi in his arms and said, "Take me to see Dali today."

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Here they are worshiping the Sword Emperor, and over there Ling Ruoyu is holding a dragon bird and wandering around. The little girl is very happy to see the completely different style from that of Middle-earth.

I have been here when I was a Xinghe, but not to mention that my memory is fuzzy, just as a sword, I was completely indifferent to the local customs and customs, and I am only interested now.

Even the dragon bird. Ling Ruoyu was carrying the door panel on her back, and the shadow of a loli with twin ponytails appeared, and she lay on her back openly and let her carry her. She also looked around curiously: "I have been here so many times, but I have never noticed that this place is very interesting. ”

"Can you get off my back first and then talk?"

"It was originally? Mao Shipanye!?br/>

"I'm carrying a knife. It's too weird to carry someone on my back. It's like carrying a wife. You hide behind the knife before I talk to you."

"Anyway, most people can't see me, so who would know that you are cheating on your wife... No, I am not your wife, you are my wife."

"If you don't hide in the knife, you will be my wife by default."

The dragon bird slithered back into the knife, and Ling Ruoyu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more normal.

Although the essence still seems to be carrying the dragon bird on its back, just like carrying a daughter-in-law.

It seems that these two children are now humanoid, and they are also transformed by swords. At least they are not very interested in human dressing up and eating, but they are particularly sensitive to things related to fighting and cultivation. Not long after wandering around, I discovered an altar by the Erhai Lake, surrounded by traces of witchcraft that were very different from those in China. The entire scope of witchcraft was vast, about ten miles in radius.

Ling Ruoyu knew at a glance that this should be the place where the aunts said they could use witchcraft to trace the path of heaven. The little girl immediately ran to look at it curiously, carrying her daughter-in-law on her back.

As a result, someone stopped me outside: "This is an important place for witchcraft and magic. No idlers are allowed to enter."

Longque translated for Ling Ruoyu: "We don't sell soy sauce here."

Ling Ruoyu gritted his teeth: "Shut up."

Guard: "Oh, you dare to tell us to shut up, where did you come from, little girl!"

"..." Ling Ruoyu retreated, took a detour, and tried to climb over the wall from a deserted place on the side.

As soon as the results were over, I immediately felt a special power coming over me, and I couldn't help but grow older rapidly.

This is a witchcraft curse that can make people age, but the first thing Ling Ruoyu felt was that the bear was a little swollen and painful, and then it became a little bigger visibly to the naked eye.

If the master or parents were here, they might teach her earnestly and tell her that this is called development. But the little girl didn't know this. She was so frightened that her face turned pale. She was more frightened than turning into a rabbit in the Heroes Pavilion: "Sparrow, save me!"

Longque looked around and said with jealousy: "Isn't this a good thing? Who is helping you like this? Why not..."

It felt like Ling Ruoyu was not only bigger but also a little taller. The young girl's face dimly transformed into a charming young woman, looking more and more like Ye Wuming.

Longque also opened his eyes in horror: "Help!"

Poor, Yi Dao and Yi Jian, the two children couldn't play with these things. They didn't know how to deal with them for a while, and this time they spilled the soy sauce.

Sounds of swooping came from the surrounding area: "Prime Minister Tang is here for inspection today, and there are spies snooping here! Get them!"

Ling Ruoyu shouted: "Prime Minister Tang is my aunt!"

"I think you are older than Prime Minister Tang, so take it!"

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

In fact, if you saw Prime Minister Tang's nephew, you would think so too.

No, I don’t want to be that old...Help!

"With this appearance...could you be Ye Wuming? Why are you here..." Tang Wanzhuang's voice came from a distance, approaching quickly: "Everyone, please step back, you are no match for her."

The guard stepped back and looked at Ling Ruoyu unconvincingly. This woman was almost crying. Is she as strong as Prime Minister Tang said?

Ling Ruoyu looked at Tang Wanzhuang coming from the sky with tears in her eyes. She had never thought that Prime Minister Tang was so beautiful: "Auntie, save me."

Tang Wanzhuang almost staggered: "Ruo Yu?"

Yes, of course Ruoyu is behind so many dragon birds. Tang Wanzhuang held her in a state of laughter and tears: "It turns out that you were hit by witchcraft... There are many types of witchcraft protection here, but I didn't expect you to be hit by this one."

Ling Ruoyu felt that his wrinkles were popping up and almost cried: "Can it be solved?"

"Witchcraft is essentially a kind of energy effect. Before the Yujing, everyone can't tell it. After the Yujing, it will be much clearer." Tang Wanzhuang stretched out her hand and pressed it on Ling Ruoyu's forehead, injecting the cool water-like Qi.

Ling Ruoyu soon felt that she had returned to her youthful beauty again, and let out a long sigh.

Inadvertently, I looked down and saw that the **** that had finally grown up were gone... I was heartbroken.

Longque also heaved a sigh of relief. Everyone is still at a starting point.

Seeing the little girl's expression, Tang Wanzhuang laughed out loud: "What, you still miss what you did just now?"

"That other thing is not good, but this place is good..."

"This is a good thing. It proves that you are just a little late in development..." Tang Wanzhuang pointed out: "In the future, as you grow older, you can grow up here, unlike some people who just grow up like that. ”

Some people refer to today. It is difficult for loyal ministers and ministers to speak directly.

Ling Ruoyu beamed with joy: "Thank you, auntie."

Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "But the way you looked just now, I really thought I saw Ye Wuming. You are far away in the capital, how come you are here suddenly?"

"Master brought him here. Who did he and Aunt Sisi go to worship..."

"So...then what are you here for?"

Ling Ruoyu's heart moved. He looked around and saw that no one was around, so he lowered his voice and said, "I came here specifically to see my aunt."

Tang Wanzhuang was stunned, then smiled and said: "Why are you looking for me?"

"If I say that I want to win over my parents...will my aunt be angry?"

"Why am I angry? This is a good thing..." Tang Wanzhuang became interested when she was told: "How are you going to match up?"

Sure enough, Queque's judgment was right, Aunt Tang would only tie women to the bed for her master.

"I plan to imitate my mother's handwriting and write a love letter to my father... I should be able to imitate my mother's handwriting, but we don't know how to word the letter..."

Tang Wanzhuang put her makeup on her forehead and was speechless. She thought you had some upright method, but she could just tell her. But it’s this kind of method, what’s the use of saying it like this... Ye Wuming peeks into the world, and she will include the newcomers and rookies in their fights to observe and compile the list. As her daughter, I am afraid that half of your energy is spent on peeping. You, are you not conspiring in person with your words? No matter what you write, Ye Wuming will turn the letter into ashes the next moment.

But after thinking about it, this is also a test to see how I write.

As long as the writing does not make Ye Wuming feel embarrassed, what would be Wuming Ye's attitude if he did a relatively normal Nacai Wenming?

Will it turn into ashes directly, or will it hesitate?

You can really give it a try.

Thinking of this, Tang Wanzhuang took out the graphite pen and note paper she carried with her for sketching instructions and handed them to Ling Ruoyu, saying in her ear: "Just write like this..."

Ye Wuming had been listening with his ears pricked up for a long time, but at this moment, Zhao Changhe turned his palms into a sword and slashed the distance between heaven and earth.

Ye Wuming suddenly stared at the silence on the top of the mountain, feeling a little moved.

The Sword Emperor actually still has the remnants of his sword intention, and he is actually able to avoid his own prying eyes... This cause and effect is really strange.

What is even more shocking is that Zhao Changhe actually found a key to the other side here. You must know that the Sword Emperor himself is not at this level, but the stone from his mountain is the blade sharpened by Zhao Changhe.

This stinky man’s talent is really great. How can I shake a person from the earth so accurately...

Hey wait a minute, what did Tang Wanzhuang teach Ruoyu to write?

When Ye Wuming went to look again, Ling Ruoyu had already hidden a note in the Galaxy Sword space, never to be seen again.

Ye Wuming was so angry that he almost vomited blood. The method of opening the space inside the sword to carry clothes was taught to you by your mother. You just learn it and use it to hide the love letter? Or write a love letter to a man for me!

Just as he was about to go over and grab the child's ears and ask her to hand it over, he saw Ling Ruoyu running towards him in a red dress like he was having fun: "Master, master! Yu'er misses you so much..."

Looking at Ru Mu Xiang'er, who threw Ling Ruoyu into Yue Hongling's arms like a swallow, Ye Wuming bit her lower lip and finally did not go out to show her eyes.

Forget it... When this stinky girl hands it to Zhao Changhe, she will always take it out. The moment she takes it out, it will be dusted and it will be over. There is no rush.

(End of this chapter)